The next morning, the fragile peace established after the court hearing shattered. Alexander was sitting at the breakfast table, engrossed in a financial report, when Marco, his security chief, approached with a discreet, unsealed envelope. The envelope was plain white, cheap, and bore no return address—the kind that screams 'untraceable.'

Alexander took it, his face instantly guarded, sensing the threat even before his fingers touched the paper. He dismissed Marco with a nod and then placed ...